Chapter 18
Hello! I thought I'd update so soon because I felt bad that I took weeks to upload the last Chapter. I really hope you enjoy this one. I've noticed I haven't had many reviews lately...are you guys enjoying the story or not?
Christian tightened his grip on Phoebe as he spoke soothing words in her ear, 'shh princess, don't cry, Daddy's gotcha'. Ana was sleeping in their bed, Jaxon tucked in his whilst Theodore was out on a 'study date' so it was just Phoebe and Christian alone. Christian ushered Phoebe to the red sleek couch and sat her down, never letting her go.
He pulled her swiftly into his lap and pushed her head into the crook of his neck to comfort her. 'Shh' he soothed, rocking her back and forth like she was only a baby. He remembered when he use to do this to her, when she would let him sometimes he thought she would cry purposely just so he would comfort her. She was daddy's girl from day one, the first time she locked eyes on his she would stop crying, only for him no one else. Even Ana found it hard to settle her without Christian. When he went away on business trips Phoebe would screech the home down and when she realised he wasn't coming back for days she would sulk in her room. He would Skype her though and she would cheer up a little, enough to exit her room and eat her dinner.
Of course she loved Ana but there was something special about Christian, she was his baby girl and she stuck by him through anything just like he did her. When she went to kindergarten she bawled all day and refused to let any of the teachers or play group helpers touch her. She would scream at the other toddlers and eventually they had to call Christian to pick her up and control her. Eventually she managed to settle into the playgroup with Christian visiting every hour and he would extend the hours until he stopped coming.
Phoebe never got on with the other children only one child she stuck by was Sophie, she was a late addition to the group and stuck by Phoebe up until this day. They were both intellectually smart and both had the same desires to own their own ranges of businesses the only difference was Phoebe didn't really know how to whereas Sophie she was smart enough to figure it out. But she had a real talent for her English Literature and Sociology and Christian hoped she would somehow take that further but for now he wasn't going to push her. He didn't want her to grow up; as far as he was concerned she was still the small, wavy brunette girl that would bounce around when her daddy came home. Her eyes would shine with nothing but adoration and she chanted, 'dada!' around the room ensuring everyone knew he was here.
Christian looked down at his fifteen year old daughter's figure and let out a deep sigh. Ana warned him that she would go through much heartbreak until she found the one. He instantly tightened his grip around her as he kissed her head, 'shh princess, don't cry, not for him he isn't worth your tears. Save them for someone who truly deserves your heart, preferably someone that won't get into your pants' even though his tone was light-hearted he was deadly serious. Phoebe let out a soft laugh; it was a sad laugh which in turn made her cry more. 'I slept with Isaac because I thought I loved him!'
He looked down bewildered at what his daughter had just admitted. His whole body tensed as he tried to process what had happened, his daughter was sleeping with some guy. Some guy he really didn't approve of. He felt burning in the tips of his fingers as he clenched and unclenched them, the sensation ran up through his muscles and spread across his chest as the warmth spread down to his thighs. His anger was gradually building up into blind anger, his muscles tensed as fury tried to overtake him.
Phoebe peered up to him, her big tear-stained eyes peering up through her fringe as she whimpered, 'daddy please, I'm so sorry and I'm so stupid but you have to understand I thought I loved him like he loved me. I wanted it, I wanted him and now I regret it. I regret everything and I just want to turn back time but I can't' she broke down into sobs as her body shook. Christian's anger subsided at his daughters despair but he was still tense. He knew this was going to brew in his mind for days but what's done is done. There is no way Phoebe can take that back, but she told him she wanted him. At least she wasn't forced, but this didn't help his anger it just helped him hide it. He wanted to kill that little fucker, for breaking his daughter's heart and doing the unspeakable to her. It was irresponsible, inconsiderate and just plain stupid. But right now he just wanted to see his daughter smiling again, yes she was in so much trouble but there is nothing worse than seeing your daughter's heartbroken. Same goes for Theodore and Jaxon, he would rather die than feel and witness his children's turmoil. It was a heart-wrenching sight as he let a tear slip out of his eye and roll down his cheek. He had never done this before but his daughter's pain was too much, he wanted to stop it.
Carefully he slid her off his lap and wiped her tears away with the pads of his thumbs, 'no more crying' his voice was soft and husky as he soothed her. Phoebe calmed as her tears stopped, her eyes were red and puffy and he cheeks were stained with mascara as her nose built up with snot. Christian wiped her nose with a tissue from the tissue box on the glass coffee table nearby. She bit her lip and blew her nose gently before whining, 'Daaaad! I'm not a little kid anymore' she let a small smile play on her lips as Christian grinned down at his little princess, 'no but you will always be my baby girl' she nodded sadly and winced as the pain in her gash resided again.
Christian deftly moved his fingers along the wound, his forehead wrinkled in worry and concern as he placed a small kiss on her temple. 'C'mon, I better take you to the hospital to get it checked out' Phoebe nodded and winced as the pain shot through her side and she whimpered 'Daddy…'
He immediately wrapped his arm around her waist and supported her as they slowly hobbled to his car. The red Audi R8 Spyder opened it's sleek doors as Christian scooped his daughter in his arms and laid her gently into the passenger seat. He moved her head so he could pull her hood over her messy bun and gently stroked her cheek. 'It's going to be okay princess, I promise ' he gently kissed her forehead and shut the door quietly afraid to wake up any of the members currently snoozing in the house.
His long legs gracefully strode him to his side of the car and he slipped in. He leant over carefully strapping Phoebe in and softly kissed her cheek as he remembered how he would strap her in the baby seat and she would whine because she wanted to be next to her daddy. His small smile faltered as he saw his daughter's eyes opening and closing, her eyes becoming heavy as she drifted in and out of consciousness. 'Phoebe…' She opened her eyes to look at him, her eyes were dazed as she tried to focus in her dad but everything was so blurry suddenly her head ponded, 'Phoebe you need to stay awake for me. He quickly started the engine bringing it to life as Phoebe felt a burning sensation in her throat. She felt sick, she glanced at her dad who was driving and tried to focus in on him. Her whole body lurched as it tried to push the sick up, she was fighting against it.
He quickly glanced at the passenger side to see his daughter's body heaving and her eyes heavy trying to stay open. Single-handedly he reached to the glove compartment and pulled out a sick bag which he kept with him in case one of the kids threw up when they were younger. He never bothered to take them out just in case. Phoebe quickly grabbed the bag to sick and tired to even bother to ask why. Her whole body heaved into the bag as she coughed and spluttered out the remains of dinner into the bag. She hated throwing up and so she started to weep, 'daddy' she whined and whimpered into her hand as she held the sick bag away from her face. Christian glanced over and rubbed up and down her back to soothe her, 'shush baby, we're nearly here' Phoebe nodded and moved Christian's hand away from her back as she gently squeezed it and held it in her lap 'Dad I'm scared' she whimpered and Christian nodded rubbing his thumb over her hand, forgetting what Phoebe had admitted to him a mere ten minutes ago 'It's going to be okay, I promise I won't let anything happen to you I swear' Phoebe nodded, her legs shaking as her temperature dropped.
'Daddy I feel cold' she whimpered and Christian yanked his hand out off hers and sped down the road in the dead of the night. He swiftly turned left into the direction of the hospital and reversed into a space before running out of the door and yanking Phoebe into his arms just barely locking the door behind him. He couldn't give a fuck about his car, if it got stolen so what? He'd buy a new one. He does have the money but right now his attention was solely on the limp girl in his arms.
He rushed into ER as doctors swarmed around him and placed her into the hospital bed. Christian let her slip out of his arms but her hand caught his as she locked onto him. 'Daddy please, I'm scared' he nodded and followed her running his other hand through his hair, 'I'm here, always' they rushed into the room made specially for her and forced her eyes open to check them with their mini torches to confirm that she was suffering concussion. They pushed the bars on the side of her bed down and started to treat her. Phoebe murmured and wriggled in the bed clearly uncomfortable that the swarm of nurses and doctors were probing around with her.
Christian looked on in agony; he was petrified he was going to lose her. He couldn't she was his little girl. In his eyes she was still the small bouncing girl who wouldn't do anything unless her daddy was there. He couldn't believe this was his daughter lying weak and limp on the bed in front of him. He had promised her the world, to protect her from everything. There was only one thing he miscalculated and that was boys. He wanted to keep scum away from her but he knew that he wouldn't be able to keep her safe anymore. She was turning into a beautiful young woman who was frequently making mistakes and he could do nothing but watch and advise her. It tore him apart that all he could do was stand and watch her fall apart in front of him.
Phoebe was sedated as the nurses informed him what was wrong but he wasn't listening all he heard were the words 'severe concussion'. He nodded in time to their words but he couldn't tear his gaze away from her, he was fixed on her every movement and twitch. Once the nurses had left fluffing around him and his daughter he sat in the chair next to her and grabbed her hand. He brought it up to his lips and brushed his lips across her knuckles and closed his eyes. 'I'm so sorry Phoebe, I failed you. I failed my baby girl, I promised i would keep you safe and i didn't you ended up like this. I'm so sorry, i love you so much and i promise when you're out of here I'll take more care of you, whatever you need i swear' a tear trickled down his face and onto his hand as he glanced at the lifeless form Phoebe had now contained.
He wiped his eyes to dry his tears and pinched the bridge of his nose to compose himself before he drew out his phone from his jean pocket to shoot of a quick text.
IN HOSP WITH PHOEBE, KEEPING HER IN OVERNIGHT DON'T WAIT UP FOR ME. SHE'S SUFFERING FROM SEVERE CONCUSSION, I'LL BE HOME SOON.
I LOVE YOU. C X
He slid his phone back in his pocket and gripped Phoebe's limp hand with both of his. Throughout the whole night he never slept, his eyes were fixed permanently on her as if any sudden movements would change everything. She was everything to him, she was a spark of light in his darkness that emphasised the glow that Ana and Theodore brought him. He couldn't no- he wouldn't lose her, not to anyone. Her life was risked once because of his foolery and he'd be damned if he would do it a second time. So throughout the night he let the bags under his eyes grow as his gazed never once left her figure. His eyes shone with love and worry as the night dragged on, the hours ticked by and the sun started to push itself up along the horizon as Phoebe started to choke and splutter finally waking up.
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